The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Ron handed him a full bottle of Holy Knight Potion.

After a professional is promoted, they can take a magic potion every two months to enhance their physical attributes and advance to the next rank more quickly.

Previously, Yarman used an incomplete version of the Knight's Potion; now, by taking the complete version, he will receive a significant boost.

"Thank you, Young Master Ron."

Yarman took the potion, put it in his bag, and looked slightly excited.

"Ah."

Ron patted Yarman on the shoulder and got into the carriage.

"Master, you just gave Yarman another potion..."

Fiona sat next to the man, looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"how?"

Ron knew his maid was in a hurry and couldn't wait to drink what he had made himself.

"You bastard master, you know perfectly well~"

Fiona pouted, crossed her arms, and turned her face away, seemingly a little angry.

That bastard Ron, he knows perfectly well that he's always wanted to become a Holy Knight.

But they still haven't given a reply...

"Come to my room tonight and I'll give it to you."

Ron left the remaining bottles of potions at the mansion, intending to distribute them later that evening.

"Does Master intend to use a magic potion to subjugate me, the maid who grew up with you since childhood?"

Fiona frowned, revealing a look of disdain.

"What a disgusting owner."

That bastard Ron, he must have wanted to feed me something weird by giving me the potion.

I knew Lilith's divination was unreliable...

"Just tell me if you're coming or not."

Ron crossed his legs, leaned back on the sofa, and looked at his maid with a mischievous grin.

He didn't actually intend to do anything to Fiona; his mind was entirely focused on expanding his territory, so he had no time for romance.

"Damn master..."

Fiona bit her pink lips tightly, her cheeks slightly flushed, perhaps thinking of something strange.

"If you're not coming, then forget it, I'll give it to someone else."

Ron adopted a smug expression and flirted with the girl in front of him.

"Damn Ron, I'll come tonight."

Ultimately, Fiona, under the man's oppressive power, chose to submit.

She was considering that this might be her only chance in her life, so she decided to take a gamble.

After all, becoming a Holy Knight was her dream.

"At worst, I'll just brush my teeth a few more times when I get back..." Fiona thought to herself.

Gumbling—

But for some reason, thinking about what was about to happen, she couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of sweetness.

There seems to be a hidden expectation for this...

In the end, they still agreed.

Ron grinned triumphantly.

"I just want to become a Holy Knight. Of course, if that bastard master tries to lay a hand on me, I will fight back."

Fiona made a fierce face and deliberately showed her two fangs;

"If Master dares to feed the maid anything strange, my teeth won't let you off the hook."

That bastard Ron, if that really happens, I'll definitely bite him.

"Sometimes I wonder if you're really looking forward to this happening, otherwise why do you always bring it up?"

"You bastard master, how could Fiona possibly expect such a thing? Please don't have unfounded fantasies about your maid."

"Then I'll feed you, and you can tell me if you want to eat or not?"

The time in the carriage was boring, so Ron decided to tease the maid.

Fiona frowned and turned her head away with a look of disgust.

"I won't eat it, I'd rather die than eat it."

"Where's the potion?"

"I can reluctantly drink this."

So you only want the benefits and are unwilling to give anything in return?

Fiona swallowed, turned her head to the side, and spoke shyly;

"At most, I'll just use my hands..."

Chapter 35 The maid agrees! The luxurious Earl's mansion!

The carriage sped through the city, its rolling wheels churning the stone pavement illuminated by the morning light.

Ron, inside the carriage, stared blankly at Fiona's retreating figure.

I just wanted to tease the maid, but I didn't expect her to actually agree...

Ron remained silent, sitting quietly in the carriage.

Fiona's cheeks burned, and she dared not turn her head, afraid of meeting the man's burning gaze.

When she said that she would use her hands the most, her heart skipped a beat. Her long legs, encased in black pantyhose, came together slightly, and she looked shy, like a flower about to bloom, delicate and alluring.

I can't believe I actually agreed.

What to do? Ron hasn't said a word; he's definitely waiting with bated breath...

"Damn master, why won't you speak?"

After a while, seeing that the man still hadn't spoken, Fiona broke the silence first.

"I'm wondering what kind of posture and expression you would use to help me solve my problems."

Actually, no, Ron didn't think about these things much, but was considering the arrangements after choosing the settlement.

Once the location is selected, supplies will be purchased within three days and the expedition will commence.

Although the snow and ice arrived a month later than usual this year, there are still four months before winter officially begins.

The journey to the territory will take several days, and clearing the swamp will take another ten days or so.

So, the time was actually very tight, almost right on the deadline.

There is no room for carelessness, otherwise this year's autumn harvest will be ruined.

"You jerk, I knew you were thinking that!"

Upon hearing the man's words, Fiona's cheeks flushed, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her upper legs, encased in black pantyhose, pressed together slightly and rubbed gently.

"The most disgusting kind of master would lust after a maid he grew up with!"

She looked at the man in front of her with the disdainful expression one would give a scumbag or pervert.

That bastard Ron, he really has been thinking about these things all along.

I should have known better than to agree to this, but I have no choice but to do it in order to become a Holy Knight...

"If you find it disgusting, then don't come tonight."

Ron, having secured the maid's life, became emboldened.

"Come on then. At worst, I'll just close my eyes and not look."

After saying this, Fiona turned her head away shyly.

I can't believe I said such a thing. Just thinking about it is shameful enough.

"Alright, since you're so eager to help, as your master, there's no reason not to grant your request."

Ron thought the maid's defense was too low, practically free. Although he always complained, he figured he'd love her eventually.

With so much pressure to expand territory, it's understandable to occasionally release some emotions.

"You bastard master, please get this straight, it's clearly the maid who was forced."

Fiona rolled her eyes at the man in front of her, annoyed. She hadn't expected him to be so shameless, acting as if she were the one begging for help.

That bastard Ron....